This was the first time I had read a book by Logan Chance, and I’m kicking
myself for not picking up his books sooner. Study Me isn’t just about a
student/teacher romance, and I can promise you, there’s so much more within
this book. I’ll admit I wasn’t expecting the story-line to unfold the way it
did. I wasn’t expecting to devour this book in under an hour.

Houston has a lot of inner demons and I sort of guessed what it was
about halfway through. It didn’t mess up the book for me, but it did give me a
better sense of why Houston is the way he is throughout the book. Marley was a
very likeable character and she was so easy to relate to.

I will say, Study Me is probably the only student/teacher romance I
would claim to be relatable to real life. As in, it’s not over done or super
dramatic. I feel if this forbidden romance were to ever occur in “real life”
this would be it. The only thing I wish was a bit different was the ending. I
guess I just wanted a bit more in that epilogue and I felt it ended a bit too
quickly. Overall, Study Me was a very hot, quick, and addictive read and I
would highly recommend checking it out.

Excerpt:

"Are you saying it was my fault?” This corner was a bad idea, because now
he’s pressed against me, his tall body encompassing the small space.

His dark eyes bore into mine. “Yes,” he says, matter of factly.

He’s refusing to whisper. What part of library does he not understand?

“Shhh.” I peek around him and the aisle is still clear.

His arms cage me in, and he eliminates every inch of space between us. “Do
not shush me again, Miss Murphy," he dips his face down, close to mine,
"unless you want a repeat of earlier.”

Well, I do want a repeat, but it’s probably a very bad idea.

He leans close to my ear, brushing the hair away with his nose. “You want
me to whisper, Miss Murphy? How’s this?”

Goosebumps break out along my skin from the sensuous feel of his lips
against the shell of my ear. This is so bad. So bad. Anyone could come
around this corner and find us. And how did we get to this point? My
fingers grip the edge of his pockets when he whispers again, “Do it once
more and you’ll feel the sting of my hand on your ass, again.”

A soft “shhh" escapes me before I can stop it.

His teeth clamp down on my earlobe. “Fuck,” he whispers in my ear. “You
probably shouldn’t have done that.”

Author Bio:

Logan Chance enjoys the simple things in life. Star Wars, music, and pretty
girls. Always in trouble at school, he was made to copy the dictionary
while the others played. This began his word fascination.

With a love of words he then realized he loved stringing those same words
together to create stories to inspire all.

From Boston, and relocated to Florida, he lives out his days writing,
reading, and avoiding the beach.

Not afraid to tell it how it is, Logan is definitely a man of his own.